Jack decided to make the rounds before slipping away....

While wandering around, he came across The Bloody Baron. Not being good at names, he just nodded at the Baron and gave him a polite 'Your Bloodiness' and moved on. He was the Slytherin ghost, after all.

His wanderings brought him a little too close to the food table, so he quickly changed direction. His was bad enough having that crock of chicken on his windowsill for two weeks. Naturally, it had been sealed airtight while it 'matured.'

He didn't see his House Ghost anywhere. Perhaps Lady Ravenclaw wasn't big on parties. She was probably used to much grander festivities from her livelier days...oh, bad joke, he thought.

Jack stopped as he passed Moaning Myrtle, 'Hello, Myrtle. It's nice to see you out and about.' He waited for her reply, knowing he would regret it. Somehow, it seemed fitting to be a little politer to the ghosts tonight.